It was easy

was it easy walking out of the door 

and leaving it all behind.

making everyone cry 

as you did not say goodbye. 

their hearts have so much pain, 

but you left as quickly as you could. 

now all that is left is your memory 

and what you left behind, 

which is a lot of troubled people. 

This poem is about: 
Me
My community

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